If you like to gamble, I tell you I’m your man You win some, lose some, it’s -all- the same to me The pleasure is to play, it makes no difference what you say I don’t share your greed, the only card I need is The Ace Of Spades The Ace Of Spades
Playing for the high one, dicing with the devil, Going with the flow, it’s all a game to me, Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you, Double up or quit, double stake or split, The Ace Of Spades The Ace Of Spades
You know I’m born to lose, and gambling’s for fools, But that’s the way I like it baby, I don’t wanna live for ever, And don’t forget the joker!
Pushing up the ante, I know you’ve got to see me, Read ’em and weep, the dead man’s hand again, I see it in your eyes, take one look and die, The only thing you see, you know it’s gonna be, The Ace Of Spades The Ace Of Spades
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel; “As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet; Our God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free; [originally …let us die to make men free] While God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave; So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave, Our God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
This time the bullet cold rocked ya A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin’ proper about ya propaganda Fools follow rules when the set commands ya Said it was blue When ya blood was read That’s how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head
I give a shout out to the living dead Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized So serene on the screen You were mesmerised Cellular phones soundin’ a death tone Corporations cold Turn ya to stone before ya realise They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high
Run it!
Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high
Checka, checka, check it out They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again jack and then rewind the tape And then play it again and again and again Until ya mind is locked in Believin’ all the lies that they’re tellin’ ya Buyin’ all the products that they’re sellin’ ya They say jump and ya say how high Ya brain-dead Ya gotta fuckin’ bullet in ya head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high
Uggh! Yeah! Yea!
Ya standin’ in line Believin’ the lies Ya bowin’ down to the flag Ya gotta bullet in ya head
Ya standin’ in line Believin’ the lies Ya bowin’ down to the flag Ya gotta bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin’ head!
Ok, sending a picture mail doesn't seem to work, i'll try through gmail. Saw chris, shauna, chris, marie, jerm, and cassie last night at distinction. Chris and Marie are leaving in five days for a new life in SF…hope they do well. Babyfight sends love'n'good wishes.
Note: That one worked! I’ll try to send more pics from my sweet little Centro. I’m not sure how to do links yet, so if there’s links they’ll either be plain old http’s or I’ll come back later and fix them.
